You walk facing dirt,
There's blood on your shirt
And you're squinting and wincing
From the sun and the hurt.
But we're high as birds
Even if our thighs burn
I can breathe once again.
These mountains never shave
Their trees give us shade
And I am grateful
Full of great,
Fighting for space
With the sickness and longing.
I'm only so strong,
My lungs need your calm.
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